I made deals. I bought people. I whispered in Generals' ears.
Gail looks at him, then nods.
GAIL:
Take it.
Chace pockets the address book, rises, and returns to theliving room. The mustached Surveillance Officer from the kitchen -- his name is CORVO -- approaches Gail.
CORVO:
One final question, Signora. About your testimony earlier. Why did youthink the kidnapping was a joke?
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CORVO (CONT'D) (off her look) You said that when you first receivedthe phone call from Cinquanta youthought it was a joke.
GAIL:
That's what passed through my mind.
CORVO:
It's a strange reaction, is it not?
Someone tells the mother her son is kidnapped and she thinks it's funny?
GAIL:
I didn't think it was funny at all.
It seemed unbelievable.
CORVO:
You didn't believe the man on the phone?
GAIL:
It's a figure of speech. The whole situation was unbelievable. It still is.
CORVO:
Tragic, yes. But not unbelievable.
CHACE:
It's not tragic yet. Maybe you oughtto work on keeping it that way.
CORVO:
A figure of speech, as you say.
Please let us know, Signora, if youplan to leave Italy for any reason.
Corvo bows slightly and heads for the door with his partner.
GAIL:
Why do you think he said that?
CHACE:
Do you want me to get rid of them?
GAIL:
When the time comes I'll do it myself.
Good evening, Mr. Chace.
EXT. GAIL'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT Chace exits the building by a side entrance, past the half- dozen paparazzi camped outside.